Imagine if the cover of Kate Bush’s new DVD looked like this! It’s only unofficial fan art, but I’ve tried to capture the excitement of going to see the live show back in September. This is a celebration of the hugely emotional performance which made the dreams and nightmares of The Ninth Wave and A Sky of Honey into an epic reality. For three hours in Hammersmith, we perched on the edge of our seats like electrified meerkats, afraid to miss one second of Kate being shipwrecked, tried as a witch, drowned and then fired through an impossible sunset into space. Until the official live DVD, we can at least fantasise about that the cover might look like, which is available as a limited edition fine art print, http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Kate-Bush-Print-/221574377836?hash=item3396dcb16c&clk_rvr_id=712381339995
Who knows the full story behind the death of Robin Williams? While the world speculates about suicide and depression, the only good to come out of such a terrible loss is the increased awareness of The Invisible Illness.
The chemical imbalance in the brain that leads people to give up on everything they should hold dear. You can’t point to it, you don’t come out in a rash or turn purple, which makes it so hard to treat. Depression tells you that nothing is worth it, and you believe it because that voice comes from within. It’s this fundamental misfire which holds so many people back from asking for help. Asking for help involves admitting you have a problem, and so the door of stigma opens: other people’s attitudes to mental health are the biggest barrier to care and healing.
Everyone needs some kind of support, depressed or not. But the most difficult thing to accept is that someone has decided they want to stop living – that the pain of living with The Invisible Illness has become unbearable. To find that someone might be unreachable and that the best thing for them is to let them go is almost impossible to comprehend.
To say that suicide is ‘selfish’ is to deny the presence of a corrosive condition that often erodes the self.
‘Tears of a clown’ is a strange cliche, but until the truth emerges, I want to remember the joy that Robin Williams brought me as a child watching Mork and Mindy after school. A legacy of happiness.
Now you can sing into your hairbrush when you get ready for the live shows coming up next month. This is how I get my studio tan – by remixing Kate Bush. A chance meeting of the minds lead to this jaunty little version of the sensual slow-burner from the wonderful Aerial album. You might know the track, but you’ve never heard it quite like this before.
For the first time in 15 years, I’m painting again, exhibiting my work at the Sin In My Heart show in Manchester. Once upon a time, in Amsterdam, I had one of my oil paintings up in a sex shop. But as our curator, Paul Darling remarked, nobody goes to a sex shop to look at the art! When word went out that the theme of the new exhibition was sex, death, sin and religion, I put myself forward as a contributor. How could I not?
Announcing my new piece, oil on canvas 76x91cm, entitled X (the following is NSW) Continue reading
This week I had two videos pulled from YouTube. People were claiming to be me and trying to get credit for my remix and the little movie I made to go with it. I was going to leave them to it, flattered that they liked my stuff, but then I remembered the mountain of work involved in completing both the video and the soundtrack. And none of this was for personal gain – just a tribute to my favourite band. For a humble fan-mix, it’s certainly caused some trouble…
Watch the video here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEc8Mmqmlus